I long for dancing
Letting go of the fear
of being seen and judged.

There in the aftermath of the storm
I long for all to feel safe
and feel the sunshine again.

I long for harmony which I have found
by simply reaching within
and reaching out.

The dancing I long for comes to me
as the breath, bees and puppies playing at the park

The letting go that I long for
happens more quickly each time I practice

Why oh why . . .
is it really that simple?

I long for nothing for it is all right here
and always has been.